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rabbit has a rifle, win chest er, I think. he smokes, like the barrel of his soul, spitting shockwaved shrapnel with chunks of chew,..

rotten hissing, whirling through each fiber ear rumbling goose bump. she pokes me with her cold, bad circulation, finger heart pulsing sof..

the mic has beer breath. rampant smoldering hips swing the caustic rise sweating the amp ne(rves)eds more reverb the groove loose & echoi..

you are still smiling the hung in grin awash flowerscent the trickle of sun thru leaves eye pattern ripple, and I am forever 18. washed clean ..

grasping so each limb rattles with anguish these plastic chairs and walkers aluminum squeezing eyes blurred vision this back grips tight..

couldn't the songs soak you closer in the cool of the house just arriving home heat down from the day the chill of the coat keep on 'till k..

fire works in your favor looking to the sky you twist above me dress ripple the wind, bare neck our fingers clasp the slow corroding..

heat kicks on grumble whir in glasses raised sipping cheers velvet ribbons red stuffing so warm gloves 'n hats, scarf down sifting cranberr..

there is nothing fine r sweet as warm pie, whipped top p ing flavor rich against my pal ate, breeze cool wafts the relished steam breath, or..

the last time i wore this coat, silver loop earrings the tight red dress praised your shoulders, back, & hair line permeated the..